Depression Hurts
Depression hurts. We have all seen the commercial on tv. Its for anti-depressants. No one likes to talk about depression and what it does to a person. Most people have a hard time understanding where it comes from and how to get rid of it. I think most people could be embarrassed to admit they are battling depression. I have been battling it for a number of years. I have been on Anti- Depressants for awhile. I used to say my bad days were better than most peoples good days. I


We Can Breathe
This weekend was very scary for us. There were lots of questionable moments in our lives. Saturday and Sunday were days to just keep a watchful eye and try not to ask to many questions as my son was not liking being asked most anything. He mostly stayed in his room and watched TV or played video games. He came out for food. We kept checking in on him and asking if he is ok. I am sure i reminded him many times how much we loved him and that no matter what I had to do, he would


My Heart is Broken; Tears Won't Stop Falling
My heart is broken today. The tears won't stop coming. Let me start by saying that for my family members reading this, please do not call us and offer your wisdom or words of advice, or ask us how this happened or tell us you know of a good doctor or therapist or how did we not see this going on. Our lives became more stressful in a matter of minutes than anyone can imagine and the last thing we now need is for anyone to start interjecting the stupid comments like, i knew som


A Mother's Day Wish
With Mothers Day around the corner I can't help but think about all the mothers and grandmothers of non verbal autistic children. While I know in my heart it is silly to worry about a child saying Happy Mothers Day or Happy Fathers Day, it is still a nice thing to hear. Makes you feel appreciated. Now I know that there are many ways for children to communicate and just because they may not have a voice does not mean they cannot express themselves. A long tight hug, a head on


The Unsung Heroes, How do we say thank you?
So every Friday afternoon Aidan gets to go play Challenger baseball along with lots of other children all who have varying degrees of Autism. I have to say I missed the first 2 weeks as I was working late but made it to last fridays game. Its not really a game although there are 2 teams. No one is keeping score. Everyone gets to play. The kids seem to span the ages from probably 4 years old to maybe 12 years old give or take a bit. But in reality who cares how old they are or